Soon the vase was as empty as it had been before the Bramble Bush Man waved his wand over it.
“Ah, there!” he said. “I’ve given away all my flowers.”
“Grow some more,” Mary told him. She was still standing on the stage and looked very lovely indeed for she had kept one of the roses and fastened it in her hair.
“Grow a lily,” somebody in the audience shouted.
Almost immediately a tall, slender lily sprang up out of the pot.
“Who asked for the lily?”
“I did,” said a tall, gawky boy in the audience.
He came up on the stage to get it and everybody laughed as he took the lily, sniffed it and some of the yellow pollen came off on the end of his nose.
Tommy nudged Muffs and whispered, “He’s wondrous wise all right if he can grow anything you tell him. Grow a Bramble Bush!” he shouted.
“Yes! Yes!” called several other children. “Grow a Bramble Bush.”